I'm in my living room, waiting for a client to show up. Oh, it seems like I've been waiting forever. Doesn't he know I have better things to do, other people to see? Sigh. I can't help but pace around when I'm waiting for something. I'll wander around the living room, pausing at my mirror to check lipstick - maybe sit on the arm of this chair and rest my feet a moment from the pacing. When will he get here? Sigh.

PACING - HEELS - BOOTS - WANDERING - TAPPING